This was a strangely touching anthem to the music of youth, crazed art in the soul. You captured the strain of melancholy in all perfect rock-and-roll. Thanks, Sam.
An additional thought: “God only knows” will now always be the title song to Big Love in my head. Wrenching it out of context was clever enough, in a standard ironic mode. But that show pulls simultaneously and symmetrically in the opposite directions of universality (of love) and deeply weird American exceptionalism. California to Utah to the universe.
Derek Taylor, "who through his own public relations company had brought The Byrds to America and The Beach Boys to England". I think that is not quite correct about the Byrds, an LA band that Taylor (disastrously) brought to the UK.
It's just a fun parallelism. As far as I understand it, Taylor represented the Byrds and helped introduce them to American audiences; his focus w/the Beach Boys was getting them across to British audiences.
This was a strangely touching anthem to the music of youth, crazed art in the soul. You captured the strain of melancholy in all perfect rock-and-roll. Thanks, Sam.
Pet Sounds is a perfect record. It means a lot to me too.
That's th essence of it, isn't it? Same here.
An additional thought: “God only knows” will now always be the title song to Big Love in my head. Wrenching it out of context was clever enough, in a standard ironic mode. But that show pulls simultaneously and symmetrically in the opposite directions of universality (of love) and deeply weird American exceptionalism. California to Utah to the universe.
Derek Taylor, "who through his own public relations company had brought The Byrds to America and The Beach Boys to England". I think that is not quite correct about the Byrds, an LA band that Taylor (disastrously) brought to the UK.
It's just a fun parallelism. As far as I understand it, Taylor represented the Byrds and helped introduce them to American audiences; his focus w/the Beach Boys was getting them across to British audiences.